Dressed in a pretty almost-ankle length white frock with frilly neckline, sheer tan pantyhose and ballet flats, I'm tied with my hands crossed behind my back, and ankles tied together with smooth nylon rope. I'm not scared or panicked, merely inconvenienced and gently irritated, as I struggle in vain against my bondage. All I want is to get as comfortable as possible in the inescapable rope. But after 10 minutes (during which I lose my shoes absentmindedly) I hear a noise. When we fade back in, a cleave gag has been added to the bondage, and now I'm quite severely annoyed!